My hand, your hand, tied up like two ships

wreckedboyfriends:

thestylinsoncrew:

evancl:

lourryshots:

the fact that harry and louis have matching boots and blankets will never not be embarrassing

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matching scarves

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matching teddy bears

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matching shirts

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mystery + love

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eartheld:

mia-redworth:

korrigan-sidhe:

witchyroses:

dirrtyflowerchild:

mookau:

This is definitely a portal to another world

no questions..^

Oh faery pools *wistful sigh*

i will never not reblog this picture, just let that be known. i feel more at home looking at it than not.

Wow

mostly nature

eartheld:

mia-redworth:

korrigan-sidhe:

witchyroses:

dirrtyflowerchild:

mookau:

This is definitely a portal to another world

no questions..^

Oh faery pools *wistful sigh*

i will never not reblog this picture, just let that be known. i feel more at home looking at it than not.

Wow

mostly nature

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Girls

fullmetalpuppy:

Some girls are confident

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some girls are shy

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some girls like boys

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some girls like girls

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sometimes, they like both

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some girls don’t dress in a feminine way

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and some do

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and some girls weren’t born girls, and that’s fine

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some girls cover up

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and some girls don’t

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some girls are bigger

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some girls are smaller 

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some girls are smart

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and some girls aren’t

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some girls are nice

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and some girls are mean

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but no matter what,

all girls are people
and we should be treated like it.

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gohomeluhan:

As I’m walking through Target with my little sister, the kid somehow manages to convince me to take a trip down the doll aisle. I know the type - brands that preach diversity through displays of nine different variations of white and maybe a black girl if you’re lucky enough. What I instead found as soon as I turned into the aisle were these two boxes.

The girl on the left is Shola, an Afghani girl from Kabul with war-torn eyes. Her biography on the inside flap tells us that “her country has been at war since before she was born”, and all she has left of her family is her older sister. They’re part of a circus, the one source of light in their lives, and they read the Qur’an. She wears a hijab.

The girl on the right is Nahji, a ten-year-old Indian girl from Assam, where “young girls are forced to work and get married at a very early age”. Nahji is smart, admirable, extremely studious. She teaches her fellow girls to believe in themselves. In the left side of her nose, as tradition mandates, she has a piercing. On her right hand is a henna tattoo.

As a Pakistani girl growing up in post-9/11 America, this is so important to me. The closest thing we had to these back in my day were “customizable” American Girl dolls, who were very strictly white or black. My eyes are green, my hair was black, and my skin is brown, and I couldn’t find my reflection in any of those girls. Yet I settled, just like I settled for the terrorist jokes boys would throw at me, like I settled for the butchered pronunciations of names of mine and my friends’ countries. I settled for a white doll, who at least had my eyes if nothing else, and I named her Rabeea and loved her. But I still couldn’t completely connect to her.

My little sister, who had been the one to push me down the aisle in the first place, stopped to stare with me at the girls. And then the words, “Maybe they can be my American Girls,” slipped out of her mouth. This young girl, barely represented in today’s society, finally found a doll that looks like her, that wears the weird headscarf that her grandma does and still manages to look beautiful.

I turned the dolls’ boxes around and snapped a picture of the back of Nahji’s. There are more that I didn’t see in the store; a Belarusian, an Ethiopian, a Brazilian, a Laotian, a Native American, a Mexican. And more.

These are Hearts 4 Hearts dolls, and while they haven’t yet reached all parts of the world (I think they have yet to come out with an East Asian girl), they need all the support they can get so we can have a beautiful doll for every beautiful young girl, so we can give them what our generation never had.

Please don’t let this die. If you know a young girl, get her one. I know I’m buying Shola and Nahji for my little sister’s next birthday, because she needs a doll with beautiful brown skin like hers, a doll who wears a hijab like our older sister, a doll who wears real henna, not the blue shit white girls get at the beach.

The Hearts 4 Hearts girls are so important. Don’t overlook them. Don’t underestimate them. These can be the future if we let them.

You can read more about the dolls here: http://www.playmatestoys.com/brands/hearts-for-hearts-girls

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one day
it’s going to be worth waiting
even if right now our hands are empty
and you cannot hold me

one day the distance between us will close
like we have finally finished stitching our future together
and our hungry mouths will find each other and
we will sit on counters we can barely afford
eating ramen out of plastic bowls and
maybe i have to work two jobs just to make
the ends meet and because i keep buying
plants that we don’t really need but
i keep telling you they looked sad and wanted
watering and you keep bringing home more instruments
even though we got yelled at by the super because
you rewired their whole system just to put speakers
into the bathroom because i like to sing along to disney
and we make cupcakes that we burn because
both of us are internal creatures that
get caught up in whatever art we’re working on
i mean i just want to lie on the floor and write poetry and
listen to you quietly play music and maybe if it’s late i’ll
get up and make you dance with me and we won’t have to go
weeks without seeing each other and maybe it won’t be perfect
but we’ll laugh so often that being sad will feel unusual
instead of constant
and we’ll be okay we’ll be complete
we’ll have made it we will make an island all our own
in this great vast sea

and i will belong to you and
you will belong to me.

this is all that i want. this is all that i need // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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